“Several weeks have passed since the incident at Lord Frisberts Hat Shop, and I’m saddened to say, I’ve yet to leave this hole. Rents due, and I could hear old Finby barking from down below, but my pockets run about as dry as the shavings on a chicken coop. On a good day, I’d gather some lint off my trousers, but not today. No, sir, not today.” Lost LoveDark FantasyBleakMythical CreaturesCentaurs Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour
“In a large, abandoned field, I found myself cleaning the dung off the only pair of shoes I owned since I can remember. Perhaps, next time, I'll be more cautious of my steppings. It was at that moment when I found myself locking eyes with a creature whose sight I found utterly revolting. Marked from head to heel with hair so short, one could've mistaken the poor thing for a boy, except for the bountiful bosom, whose ample weight carried well. If I were to say the poor thing made Ms. Bottom Slippers look attractive, I kid you not!” SeriesDark FantasyZombiesEpic FantasyAngels And DemonsAction AdventureMythical CreaturesKindleGrimdarkThe Darkest Hour Book:Tundra: The Darkest Hour Source: Tundra: The Darkest Hour